It never meant to end like this.
Leaving Bethel, ripping them from their life wasn't supposed to happen. But their father took their choice away by buying this trailer and pretending they'll have nice family vacation. It was the first choice that, and the catalyst of their fall.
Stopping in this motel was the second. It felt like the right thing to do at first. Her father was a mess and she couldn't put her siblings in danger. It just felt right. But it wasn't. If she didn't make this choice, everything could be different.
Meeting them wasn't a choice. They took their free will away from them the minutes they came into their rooms, aiming guns at their head. They had to obey, believing that the brothers will maintain their promises that nothing would happen to them.
The Titty Twister happened to them. Nothing predicted that this bar was the House of Horror, the Home of the monsters lurking in the dark, waiting for their time. Waiting for killing people, guilty or not, bad people or not, nothing mattered but their hunger, their desire for the human flesh and blood. Monsters like this were supposed to stay a myth. Terrific stories told to scare, using in media, it wasn't supposed to be real. It was supposed to remain what is was: nonexistent.
But it was real. The monster's fang diving in the neck of a person, sucking every drop of the blood was real. Their golden serpent eyes staring at them with lust and envy. Their scale and serpent face as they jumped on their next victims were real.
It was a massacre, she thought as she stared at the place, at the new embodiment of her nightmare, her personal hell. It wasn't meant to be like, to end like this.
But it did.
One encounter and her life shattered into a million of pieces.
Yet, this night wasn't the end. It was just a beggining.